Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

The two people held hands tightly.

When dating, you should date someone who is inherently a good person.

Qiao Nansheng came to see Xia Jiaojiao off, and Song Lingge wasn't angry. On the contrary, at this moment, she felt that their hearts were closer together.

Fang Guanghua once said that she felt that her innermost feelings were the same as Qiao Nansheng's.

Both of them are kind and compassionate people with great love in their hearts.

When Qin Sihai mentioned Xia Jiaojiao's death, he specifically asked the two of them not to attend Xia Jiaojiao's funeral.

Qiao Nansheng is the man Xia Jiaojiao loves but cannot have, and Song Lingge is the man Xia Jiaojiao hates to the core.

Their presence will not elicit gratitude from the family; on the contrary, it will only cause unnecessary harm and will also hurt themselves.

However, Song Lingge had her own ideas.

Although Xia Jiaojiao's accident was not her intention, she was ultimately involved. Otherwise, Fang Guanghua would not have gone to Zhang Binbin, which led to the subsequent outcome.

Of course, she wouldn't be a saint and blame all the mistakes on herself.

If Xia Jiaojiao hadn't harbored ulterior motives, she wouldn't have ended up like this.

I originally thought she was only scheming against Song Lingge, but I didn't expect her to scheme against Qiao Nansheng as well. In the end, she schemed against me.

However, the passing of life is a sad thing, and Song Lingge still wanted to see her off.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Nansheng also came.

"Shall we go home now?" Song Lingge asked.

"Wait for me a few minutes."

Qiao Nansheng went back to his car, took out the flowers, placed them in the public area of ​​the cemetery, and then returned to Song Lingge's car.

"Let's go!"

"Your car..."

"Just leave it here, I'll come back and drive it back tomorrow." Qiao Nansheng didn't expect Song Lingge to come, but now that they've run into each other, does he expect them to go home separately? Qiao Nansheng was unwilling.

"I came alone and didn't know Fang Guanghua would be here. I didn't say anything to him, but he kept bothering me, and then what you saw was him stopping me from getting into the car. If you hadn't come, I was planning to take action myself." Song Lingge thought for a moment and then explained what had happened today.

"By the way, just as you predicted, he came because he remembered what I said at the supermarket. He thought I deliberately lured him to the restaurant. He thought I was the one who got into trouble with Xia Jiaojiao," Song Lingge added.

Qiao Nansheng couldn't help but sneer: "Does he think everyone is like him?"

He knew Song Lingge's true nature better than anyone else.

Even if it were truly related to her, he wouldn't blame her; he would simply pull her back.

However, he trusted his judgment; she would never do such a thing, and Song Lingge deserved all his love.

"I talked to him for a bit, trying to find out how things turned out this way, but he just kept talking nonsense and didn't give me any useful information." Song Lingge said, somewhat annoyed.

"It's all in the past, don't blame yourself too much."

Qiao Nansheng suddenly fell silent as he was speaking, as if he had remembered something.

"What's wrong?" Song Lingge asked.

Qiao Nansheng glanced at her and said doubtfully, "There's something I find strange, but I don't know if it's useful."

"what's up?"

“My grandfather said Xia Jiaojiao drowned after jumping into the river. But I had more contact with Xia Jiaojiao in the UK than I did in China, and I remember she was a very good swimmer. Would someone who was a very good swimmer choose to commit suicide in this way?”

Qiao Nansheng raised his own questions.

“It’s a bit strange, but it’s also possible that she was so grief-stricken at that time that she lost all will to live. Isn’t there an old saying that drowning people can swim?” Song Lingge tried to convince herself with this explanation, but Qiao Nansheng’s words left a knot in her heart.

If Xia Jiaojiao didn't commit suicide?

This idea struck Song Lingge as incredible.

If there is anyone most likely to harm Xia Jiaojiao, it would be these two people in the car right now. Is it to make her suspect herself or Qiao Nansheng?

Song Lingge couldn't think of anyone else who might be involved.

Never mind, if there really is a problem, there are always the police.

"I just felt something was strange, maybe I'm overthinking it." It was just a fleeting thought, but Qiao Nansheng was worried that Song Lingge would overthink it, so he went along with what she said.

But he always felt that there was something fishy about Xia Jiaojiao jumping into the river.

Xia Jiaojiao's incident made her realize that revenge should be approached with caution. Although she disliked Xia Jiaojiao, she certainly didn't want her dead.

Even though Zhou Songmei was the instigator of Song Lingge's tragic life in her previous life, Song Lingge never thought of taking her life; she just wanted to seek justice.

Only Fang Guanghua, whenever Song Lingge thought of Fang Xingxing, made her want to kill that person.

"Lingge?" Qiao Nansheng woke Song Lingge up when he saw her lost in thought.

Song Lingge stepped on the brake and breathed a sigh of relief: "Why don't you drive? I'm not very focused."

Qiao Nansheng switched places with her: "How about we go to the hospital to get it checked out?"

Song Lingge shook her head and closed her eyes to rest: "It's nothing, I should go back and rest for a while."

"Then you can sleep for a while, I'll wake you up when we get there."

Qiao Nansheng closed the car window and slowed down.

Song Lingge laughed: "If you can't sleep, why don't you talk to me, but don't talk about these things."

The topic of death is too heavy.

"Okay," Qiao Nansheng readily agreed.

Despite his quick answer, there was no follow-up.

The topic changed so quickly that Qiao Nansheng was still searching his mind for what to talk about next.

Song Lingge couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly, and said patiently, "Why don't you sing for me?"

Listening to music while driving is quite nice.

After waiting for a long time, Qiao Nansheng still didn't open his mouth.

Song Lingge stared at him and asked, word by word, "Qiao Nansheng, did you hear what I said?"

Qiao Nansheng chuckled and replied, "I heard it, I heard it, but it would be too strange for me to wail like that."

"What an awkward man," Song Lingge muttered under her breath. "It's been so long since I've been to Ailedi."

"Want to go take a look?" Qiao Nansheng asked eagerly this time.

Although the two are now as close as one person, it would be really difficult for him to sing.

“Let’s go next time. We didn’t even tell them beforehand. The accounts are all fine. If we just show up suddenly, it might scare them,” Song Lingge said.

She believes that few employees want to see their boss, just as students are afraid of their teachers.

"Then let's not worry about it anymore. Let's go home and get some rest today." Qiao Nansheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"I wasn't even conflicted. It's just that someone is so indecisive and not generous at all. Are you like this at work too? Don't you ever complete the tasks assigned by your boss?" Song Lingge complained.

Qiao Nansheng muttered under his breath, "But no leader would suddenly ask me to sing!"

Song Lingge was about to argue when her phone rang, so she let Qiao Nansheng off the hook for the time being.

"Hey?"